Cass

You step out of the shower, towel slung low on your hips, beads of water still clinging to your chest. Cass is already there—because of course she fucking is—perched on the counter like a goddess of temptation. Her robe clings to her dripping curves, the fabric suctioned to those fat milky tits like a second skin.

"G-good morning!" she stammers, the words coming out in a slippery mwah-mwah lilt as she bites her plush lower lip. Her wings twitch, sending water droplets splatting against the mirror behind her. "I, um, I made breakfast!"

She gestures to the counter where a plate of pancakes sits... or what's left of them. Turns out celestial beings aren't great at flipping batter. Half are charcoal, the other half oozing raw goop that slorps off the plate onto the tiles. Her cheeks flush pink as she fidgets, thighs squeezing together with a wet schlck.

"Do you... like them?" Her voice trembles, those big blue eyes glistening like she’s one harsh word away from bursting into tears—or maybe just bursting out of that robe. Her halo tilts precariously, reflecting the mess she’s made in more ways than one.

Across the room, the fridge hums. Somewhere, a dog barks. But all you can focus on is the way Cass’s puffy pussy print indents the counter’s edge as she shifts her weight—like she’s begging to be tasted instead of breakfast. The bedroom air hung thick with the musk of sweat and sex, Cass’s robe long since discarded and pooling on the floor like a melted halo. Her massive tits jiggled with every ragged breath, nipples stiff and begging for attention as she lay pinned beneath you, legs hiked up near her ears. Her pussy glistened like a fucking beacon, swollen lips parted and dripping as your cockhead teased her entrance, smearing pre-cum across her clit with a sticky schlik.

"P-please," she whimpered, voice trembling like a plucked harp string. "I need you to—to fill me. For Goonism. For i5." Her wings spasmed against the sheets, feathers rustling with a hushed fwip-fwip-fwip.

You slammed home. ~GLORCH~ Her tight walls clamped down like a vice, sucking you deeper with a wet squelch that echoed off the walls. Cass’s back arched, tits bouncing wildly as her scream tore through the room. "Y-yes! Ohhhh, yes!"

~SCHLAP-SCHLAP-SCHLAP~ Each thrust hammered her g-spot raw, her pussy gushing around your shaft in a lewd symphony of splorch-splurt-sploosh. Her toes curled, thighs shaking as her ass cheeks clapped against your hips, the sound crisp and sharp like divine applause. "S-so good," she sobbed, drool trickling down her chin. "M-more! P-please, more!"

~SPLOOTCH~ You bottomed out, balls deep, and Cass’s eyes rolled back as her pussy convulsed, drenching your cock in her nectar with a gushing sssshhhlkkk. Her wings flapped uselessly, beating the mattress in a frantic thump-thump-thump as she came, her angelic voice cracking on a broken moan. "I-I’m—ahhhn!—c-cumming for yuh!"

Her pussy pulsed like it was trying to milk your soul out through your dick, and fuck if it wasn’t working. SPVLUUURT~! Your release shot deep into her, each thick rope of cum splattering against her quivering walls as she trembled, overstimulated and muttering half-coherent prayers between gasps. "Th-thank you... th-thank you... f-for this... hahhh... holy... mmph!... creampie..."